Pincer Grasp Overdrive

Some time ago Kostyn started pinching my arm while he's nursing. I realize that when a child with seven teeth is breastfeeding, I should be thankful that the only pain being inflicted is on my arm. But it's annoying and sometimes, ya know, it hurts! The kid's got a strong pincer grasp. He can crush a Cheerio with a single pinch.

Anyway, when he does it I usually just remove his fingers (again and again and again), with an occasional, emphatic "Ouch!" thrown in for good measure. But today when he started pinching me, instead of removing his hand I watched him. His brow was furrowed in concentration, so I followed his gaze to see what his tiny thumb and forefinger were really up to. And that's when I realized that he hasn't been trying to test my patience or my threshold for pain.

He's been trying to pick up my freckles.

9 comments:

maestra said...

LOL!!!

Heather said...

Ground him!

Tara said...

Aww. What a cute story and a great lesson. So often, there's something we don't see.

Carol said...

Oh, how sweet!!! (and painful, yes) I love the story, and the storytelling!

Carol said...

... you should be a writer or something...

;)

Stacey said...

:) Riley does the same thing!

Momto3LittleFlowers said...

LOL

bridge said...

That is so cute and funny!

wildhorse said...

Robyn, So funny. I hope you put that in his baby book. It is a memmory I wouldn't want to forget.